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I look at myself
In the mirror,
No longer with
Sheer terror.
I look with pride
With each stride.
I face each day
At a different pace.
Life no longer feels
Like a race.
I no longer vent with
Fire in my eyes.
I now dream to inspire
Myself each day,
To find my spark
In my own way.
No waiting on
A distant sign,
The quiet strength
Is already mine.
One small step forward,
Clear and true,
To build the life
I'm growing into.
Through cloudy skies
And heavy rain,
I find the strength
Inside the pain.
Each stumbled path
Becomes a guide,
With newfound grace
Right by my side.
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